My Idea of Fun or, Cormac McCarthy, author of Blood Meridian, goes to see Iggy and the Stooges at a music festival in 2008. words by Jeremy Hanson-Finger photos by Andrew Hammerand
The ragged crew arrayed across the clearing awaits the Iguana. Their clothes dirt encrusted and sweatsoaked. Their skin pierced by metal studs and rings and also bearing inked symbols both threatening and arcane. Once they were freshfaced youngsters who moved East for love. Now they’re scarred husks with stomachs full of rotgut and bile. The Kid among them. Summer’s furnace has browned the deciduous trees that surround the clearing. Marching feet have trampled the grass to dust. The sun is at its zenith overhead. Everything is still.